Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 744 - 742: Make the Violent Gang Great Again

The night grows deeper.

The stars and moon hide behind the dark clouds.

In the distance, the buildings' surfaces shine with colorful neon lights, piecing together a dazzling pattern, quite magnificent.

But such a scene has nothing to do with the Kikuta Group of the Arakawa District.

A crowd gathers densely in the backyard of Kosaburo Kikuta's house, each person armed.

Without the leader's permission to return home at night, they gather here, and even simple chatter seems exceptionally noisy. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Kosaburo Kikuta stays in the bedroom on the second floor; the noise below doesn't let him rest easy, still feeling like his feet are hanging off a cliff.

He leans against the bedframe, smoking by himself.

Below, there's also a beautiful woman lying down, smoking.

Over and over again.

Kosaburo Kikuta wears an expression of enjoyment.

Suddenly, a knock comes from outside; he doesn't have the woman stop, lazily saying, "Come in."

The door silently opens, and a tall, sturdy man enters, his hair buzzed short, wearing sunglasses even at night, giving off a hard-bitten vibe, "Leader, it's already ten past seven. Should we let some of the brothers go back?"

"No rush, let's wait a bit longer."

Kosaburo Kikuta casually responds.

The noise below doesn't allow him much peace, but without those sounds, he's even less settled.

The gloves over his spiral fingers constantly remind him.

The Holy Lord's power remains in his body, and Kosaburo Kikuta doesn't know what happened last night, nor if the Holy Lord is dead.

Just that the Holy Lord's residence vanished, leaving a deep rectangular pit.

Sanjushi Tera is hosting a funeral for the dragon, giving up tracking Emily.

Why?

Kosaburo Kikuta didn't get answers from Sanjushi Tera, or rather, Sanjushi Tera doesn't like him.

Like all parents, people instinctively favor their children, believing their kids went astray due to bad influence.

In Sanjushi Tera's eyes, he is the bad company leading the dragon astray.

Those damn financial groups!

When they need him, they greet him with smiles.

When they don't, they kick him to the curb.

A burst of anger rises in Kosaburo Kikuta's heart, yet subdued by the woman's sly tongue.

The anger gets vented, his entire being turns lazy.

Hanbei Kitahara sees the leader's complacency, furrows his brow slightly.

The leader was the same brutal, lustful man, yet such a leader still held charisma.

Because then, the leader also had the bold ambition to swallow up Tokyo.

But now the leader lost that ambition, leaving only brutality and lust in his body.

Kosaburo Kikuta sees his trusted follower hasn't left, glances at the woman below, lifts a hand to slap her head, the woman promptly responds.

The thin fabric looks about ready to burst from the peach-shaped curves.

"Feel free to play, if you want."

Kosaburo Kikuta says offhandedly.

He's never cared about women, only enjoying capturing the wives and daughters of defeated organization leaders or men who owe him high-interest loans to tame.

That pleasure of seeing the enemies' wives and daughters submit under him is a beauty ordinary people cannot comprehend.

Those people, from initial wails to numbness, then submission, never oppose whatever he says, nor what guests do.

Kosaburo Kikuta always believed, only those with strong desires can accomplish great things.

Hanbei Kitahara does nothing, just stands there asking, "Leader, what are you afraid of?"

Kosaburo Kikuta's face turns a bit unsightly hearing Hanbei Kitahara's words, saying, "Speak directly if you have something to say, Hanbei."

"Leader, forgive my frankness, you've changed; the past you would never become so decadent. Have you forgotten your dream of dominating Tokyo?"

Hanbei Kitahara, full of excitement.

He never forgot the dream painted by the leader, dominating Tokyo's underworld, becoming Japan's biggest violent gang.

Then to relive the glory days of Japan's violent gangs from the seventies and eighties.

At that time, their influence could even reach politics and business, not just work for others.

To dominate the underworld, make the violent gangs great again.

This was the slogan frequently shouted by Kosaburo Kikuta.

Hanbei Kitahara was drawn by such a slogan, willing to fight for him with his life.

But he can't understand why after one night, the leader suddenly became so fallen and cowardly?

Actually needing hundreds of people surrounding him to sleep peacefully.

...

"Shut up!"

Kosaburo Kikuta, enraged, kicks the woman off the bed like a lion whose wound was poked, glaring viciously at him, shouting, "Are you trying to revolt?"

"I just hope the leader can revive, continue leading us to dominate Tokyo!"

Hanbei Kitahara responds solemnly, not at all intimidated by his fury, only hoping to awaken Kosaburo Kikuta's ambition with loyalty.

"Revolt! Revolt!"

Kosaburo Kikuta roars incessantly, scares the woman on the ground into trembling; he takes out a gun from the drawer, the cold texture slightly dampening his anger.

"Huff." Kosaburo Kikuta heavily exhales, looks at Hanbei Kitahara at the door, still doesn't act, saying, "You're right, I shouldn't be so complacent."

Rubbing his temples, Kosaburo Kikuta changes his approach, waves his hand saying, "Distribute the women in the room to the brothers, let them have some fun.

To achieve great things, we must first raise morale."

"Hey."

Hanbei Kitahara nodded, thinking the leader had finally come around.

The woman sitting on the ground looked pale.

Inside the mansion, there were eight women in total.

While outside, there were hundreds of people.

No matter how fertile the land, it can't withstand such vigorous plowing; it's bound to rot.

"Leader, I just want to serve you!"

The woman tried to act coy.

Kosaburo Kikuta didn't want to listen and waved his hand dismissively.

Hanbei Kitahara grabbed her hair and dragged her out forcefully.

"No, no, please."

The woman screamed, tears welling up in her eyes.

Kosaburo Kikuta just wanted to make them stay a bit longer and didn't care about the woman's life or death.

He took off his gloves and looked at his twisted fingers, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Emily dared not seek help now.

How could this finger return to normal?

If it can't return to normal, it doesn't really matter.

But Kosaburo Kikuta was worried that over time, the distortion would spread, and he didn't want to end up twisted like those six bodyguards.

As he pondered, a commotion suddenly erupted outside.

...

"Hanbei, didn't I once give you my word? Have you forgotten?"

The woman tried to invoke a fleeting relationship, but couldn't stop Hanbei Kitahara's resolute steps.

He dragged the woman outside.

In the backyard, there were at least five or six hundred members who, hearing the noise, collectively turned their gaze toward the doorway.

The woman was dressed scantily, almost just wearing a semi-transparent nightgown.

The autumn breeze brushed against her thighs, a cool sensation raising goosebumps.

Her sizzling figure and pretty looks instantly attracted the men's eyes present.

The woman could feel their unabashed gazes, her expression growing horrified, feeling as if facing beasts rather than humans.

"The leader says this woman is yours to enjoy, along with the others inside.

Go in and take them out now."

Hanbei Kitahara spoke.

His words excited the crowd, making them throw all prior discontent away, eager to praise the leader's wisdom.

In this life, they live and die as members of the Kikuta Group!

Finished, I'm finished.

The woman's mind went blank, failing to understand why, having been so obedient, she still faced such a fate.

Hanbei Kitahara's smile suddenly froze as he noticed a towering figure on the courtyard wall.

A dragon-headed figure, with a pair of crimson eyes staring at them.

Hanbei Kitahara quickly let go of the woman's hair, drew his gun from his waist, and shouted, "Don't move!"

The shout startled the other members, who then turned to where the gun was pointed, also seeing the non-human presence on the wall.

"What is that thing?" "A monster, maybe." "What are you waiting for? Get your guns!"

Amid cries, they swiftly aimed their guns at Aozawa standing on the wall.

Kosaburo Kikuta, on the second floor, was drawn by the commotion, hurriedly opened a window, and upon seeing the familiar figure on the wall, cried, "Ho-Holy Lord?!"

Hanbei Kitahara looked up and said, "Leader, do you know this guy?"

"Kikuta, your only value now is to become my food."

Aozawa's merciless words crushed the shred of hope rising in Kosaburo Kikuta's heart as he unleashed the Complete Distortion.

His eyes warmed slightly.

Those near him suddenly began to twist.

Crack, the crisp sound of bones twisting echoed through the backyard.

"Taro?!"

The person nearby showed shock and suddenly found themselves twisting too.

Snap, the distortion spread like a virus among the crowd.

Witnessing this, people hurriedly fired.

Bang bang, gunfires lit the night, seemingly trying to illuminate the path to hell.

However, the normally powerful bullets became ineffective; Hanbei Kitahara watched as bullets distorted three meters in front of the enemy, melding into the twisting crowd.

"Ah!" Hanbei Kitahara screamed sharply, feeling his courageous spirit leaking away like air from a punctured balloon.

He suddenly understood why Leader Kikuta lost his edge.

Knowing such monstrosities exist and might at any moment come to take one's life.

Any ambition or aspirations would surely be crushed.

Hanbei Kitahara held up his gun but didn't pull the trigger.

The woman on the ground laughed loudly: "Haha, serves you right, let's all die together!"

One by one, people twisted into pretzel shapes, then raised off the ground, converging into a ping-pong ball-sized meatball in Aozawa's claw, a ball that seemingly would never grow larger, endlessly absorbing others.

In a blink, the backyard, which had held hundreds, was empty.

Hanbei Kitahara dropped his gun and tried to run, but the distorting force twisted him into a ball, then absorbed him into the meatball.